In this quiet of the night, the hush drived me
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homesick. Accompanied by the missing, I couldn't help letting
streams of thought flowing through the nib of my pen. I just would like to take this
opportunity to thank for my family.
I am
wrapped in the warmth and kindness in a poor but
cosy family. Maternal
comforts, and
paternal advice creat a
paradise of early spring for me. There
snowflakes begin to melt into water, running along with a
rhyme. All comes to life. I am
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literally bathed in this
paradise of flowers and fruits, with their
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fragrance permeating through my whole being.
When I was young, I thanked my parents for the beautiful clothes and delicious food, just paying attention to the grace of flowers and the yummy of fruits in this
paradise.
Days slide away furtively accompanied by the bloom and the withering of flowers. I have grown up living in this
paradise.
Now I am in the ivory tower for my further education to broad my
horizon. Something has changed slightly. I am also
thankful for my wonderful family. I notice there is something more I have gained apart from the flowers and fruits.
To
foster those flowers, caring is a need. Nowadays its enemy,
indifference captures more hearts. We have ability to fly to the moon, but we have trouble to cross the road to say hello to our neighbours.
To get the fruits, giving is a kind of
nutrition. As an old
saying goes, no pains, no gains. Though giving is not always the twin of getting, getting bases on the giving. Giving guides me in the paths of sacrificing, avoiding to walk through the valley of the shadow of
selfishness.
In this
paradise, the tender bud
stretches out its first leaf in the moring breeze, giving out its pleasant
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fragrance. I deny myself nothing that my eyes desire and refuse no
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fragrance for my nose. In my eyes, that is life. Life is not a survival, but a chain of moments of happiness and relishment. I am educated more to be a happy girl than to become somebody by my parents.
Time was dripping into beads of rain outside. It was already midnight. In the
patter of rain, from my inside heart came the laughter of an angel, not the Satan. Thanks to my parents, I am crowned with the
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compassion, selflessness and blessness. There are not enough words to express my sincere gratitude to my parents.
On that rainy night, I dreamed to fly to my
paradise. In the dream, I had wings and flied freely. What is more, I skied against the
snowflakes dancing with my parents in the sky.
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